"Uh, I will conquer you, mountain!" declared Kenny, mounting the steep surface of the mountain. There were loose footholds, so he had to be careful to not fall from a height and break his limbs.
He had been climbing the mountain for an hour now, and he had already reached halfway. However, the real trial was about to begin now.
Suddenly, Kenny felt something tumbling from above his head. "What is that?" He realized it was a barrage of rocks. "What the hell?"
He left the grip of one hand and just dangled there with the other when a rock passed by him. "Damn it. I knew the climb was not meant to be easy." He looked down and could see the rocks falling to the ground.
He again gripped the surface and began to climb up. He had only one target in his head, that was to reach the top.
"I will exhaust myself even before I could get closer to the top," he thought. "I should have brought some energy bars with me." He gasped. "Anyway, I will just have to reach there faster."
He realized a way to use his powers to help him climb faster. "Fart Engine!" With an explosion at his rear, he got an extra push upwards in his ascension. He beamed at his success. "Perfect. At this rate, I will reach the top sooner than I expect." He climbed faster and he could now see his destination above his head.
Suddenly, a rock which he gripped from his hand loosened. "Damn it." He somehow saved himself from falling by hanging with one arm again. Suddenly, that rock also broke up from the surface. "No!" he screamed as he fell.
"No, I refuse to let go of my progression so far. Fart engine!" He farted and used the newton's third law to propel himself towards the surface of the mountain. He somehow tried to find a holding, but his fingers slid down when he was unable to find it, resulting in uprooted nails and damaged finger skin. "Damn it." He somehow found a hold and resisted his downward slip with a fart engine. Boom!
He gasped as he looked upwards and calculated how much progress he had lost. "I have to climb up there again." However, it did not bother him too much as he had his ability, which came in handy in this situation.
He began to climb up again and soon reached near the top. The area was cloudy and he could see not much around, but he knew he had only a few meters left. "Yes, just a little more," he ascended up. "Fart engine!" The flatulence gave him the necessary acceleration to reach the top.
"Finally!" he exclaimed in joy, climbing up the top. After pulling himself up, he spread to the ground, gasping. "That was exhausting."
Suddenly, he perceived two familiar silhouettes approaching him.
"Well done, young Kenny." Kenny recognized it to be the voice of Tangent. "You reached the top before our expectation."
"It was tough, but not much to be bothered," responded Kenny, shutting his eyes because of exhaustion before the figures of the old men were discernible to him. "When will I enter the chamber of death?" he asked.
"Right now," replied Cosant. "We do not have time to rest. Get up."
"Just let me rest for a while," requested Kenny in a drained tonality. "I had a rough climb."
"The executives do not have time for your rest," told Cosant. "They are here to see your potential right now."
"Come on." Kenny sighed and got up. "Alright."
The old men turned and stepped towards a lone elevator, and Kenny followed them.
"Wow." Kenny peered around the elevator after getting in. "You have built such a great place."
"There are many places which you have yet to visit," mentioned Cosant, pressing the 'Underground' button.
"Wait," Kenny raised a brow. "Why are we going underground?"
"Of course, because," Tangent smiled at him, "the chamber of death is there."
Kenny frowned as his hard-work turned out to be a waste. He exhaled. "What was all that climbing for?"
Tangent beamed at him. "It was to test your resolve."
"Resolve, my foot," Kenny murmured in an inaudible tone and with a sour face.
They reached the underground. The elevator opened in a literal hell.
"Woah!" Kenny reacted with his mouth open in amazement when he looked around. He could see a strip of path leading to a circular open rocky ground in the center. There was magma on the circumference of the ground. The lighting was all red, reminding of Satan's hell.
He glanced up and discovered the reddish lights above his head. They were attached to a high metal ceiling.
The old men led the way to the center of the open ground.
"Kenny," Tangent glanced at him. "Good luck."
Kenny nodded before he gulped. He did not know, but there was this tinge of uneasiness he could feel in his spine. He took his place in the middle and studied around. "So, this is the chamber of death."
Cosant and Tangent waved at him and walked back.
"Wait, what do I have to do?" Kenny asked them.
"Just stay alive for as long as you can," answered Cosant, walking away.
The old men got into the elevator and left, leaving Kenny alone in there.
It was silent for a few minutes, then suddenly there was a noise. Kenny looked up as it came from the ceiling. "Huh?" The ceiling opened up and a massive metal cage came down.
"What is that?" Kenny wondered, as he could catch a huge figure trapped inside. When he strained his eyes and tried to look clearly, he realized it was the same skultar he had defeated earlier. The one who had kept Marya a hostage. "So Orange took him as a testing specimen."
The cage opened up, and the skultar walked out fuming with rage. There was a mechanical collar on his neck which seemed to be governing his mind.
"He does not look conscious anymore," Kenny thought as he could feel beast-like killing impulse from the enemy.
The cage got pulled up, and the ceiling got closed up. Now it was time for action.
Kenny took his stance with a tense face. "Come on, monster."
***
At the moment, someone landed on the shore of the island.
"So this is where they are," they said. "Might I say hello to them as well?"
***
The skultar charged at Kenny mindlessly.
"Fart engine - knee strike!" Kenny charged back at him, resulting in a knee to the enemy's face. He expected it to hurt, but it only impeded the movements of the skultar for half a second.
"What?" he reacted in surprise when the skultar grabbed his foot and threw him towards the magma. He turned his butt upwards and let out a fart explosion. "Fart engine!" His projectile shortened as he forced his landing to the ground, but he still skid towards the bordering areas overflowing with magma because of the momentum of his body. "Fart engi… what?" He discovered there was no fart release from his rear. "Wait, have I run out?"
He tried his best to stop himself and got successful after exerting a lot of strength on his feet. "Yaaa..." He stopped just at the edge.
He let out a sigh of relief, glancing at the fluid oozing death. Suddenly, he discovered the enemy charging at him again. "Damn."
He had run out of wind, and there was no place to escape. He could only watch the death getting at him with a roar.